Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.